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She bites her lip. “I thought… Never mind.”
But her eyes are red-rimmed. She was crying when I found her. “You really want a baby, huh?”
She shrugs, hurt flashing over her fine features. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“You’re my girl. I want to know why. What the doctors said.”
“Your girl?” Her eyes are so wide it’s funny. “I’m not… You said I’m a hot body, remember? To your friends, and that’s all, and—”
“That’s not all. You’re hot, that’s true, but I need you, Lay.” I brush my thumb over her mouth, and her lips part. Her tongue darts out, licks the tip of my thumb, and I groan. “Don’t try to distract me. I mean this. We’re having a serious conversation.”
She pulls back. “You’re serious.” It’s a statement, but she says it like a question, studying my face.
“I’m one hundred percent serious.”
“If you’re trying to prove something to your friends, or to yourself, or—”
“I’m not. I swear I’m not.” I inch closer to her, until our bodies are perfectly aligned on the bed and I’m looking down at her pretty face. “I was drawn to you from the start, I just didn’t… Didn’t understand how I felt for a long time, and then I was scared of putting you in danger. Don’t you see? I want you, and I like you, and…” I falter.
“And?”
“And I’m so sorry for what I did when you first found me at the basement,” I whisper, the words pouring out of me of their own volition, and ah fuck, she’s drawing away again, her expression shuttering. “I tried to drive you away, to keep you safe. Fuck, I’m so fucking sorry about that.”
She bites her lip again, and I stroke it, forcing her to release it. “I knew why you did it,” she says. “But you hurt me.”
Hell. “I’ll do all it takes to make it up to you.”
“You hurt me here.” She taps at her chest. “I thought you didn’t care.”
“I care.” There. “I do care, and I’m sorry.”
She tilts her face up and kisses me. It’s sweet and warm, and I sigh against her lips. Does this mean she forgives me, that she will give me a chance to make it up to her?
She curls her hand in my T-shirt and kisses me harder, nipping at my lower lip, and my brain goes blank.
Maybe we’re taking a breather from this conversation. I’m totally on board with that.
Even more so when she pushes my T-shirt up and scoots lower, licking a trail from my navel to the waistband of my pants.
“Lay…” I struggle to form the words. “Let me pleasure you. I’m so—”
So sorry, but fucking hell, she’s mouthing my cock over the fabric of my pants, and my mind explodes. Groaning, I lower my hand to her head, grab a fistful of hair and tug lightly.
Her eyes roll back a little, and I tug harder. My cock is leaking inside my pants and my balls are drawn up tight, my usual state around her. We should be talking, and she still hasn’t said she wants to be my girl, but then she pulls down my pants and takes my cock into her hot mouth, and all my thoughts fizzle out.
Always. Always with this girl. This is chemistry, baby. Our bodies were made to fit together.
I roll on my back on the pillows, and she climbs between my legs, never once letting me go. She curls her hand around the base of my cock and licks the underside like a lollipop, making my back arch.
I bring both hands to her head, holding on as she mouths my dick and sucks on it, getting into it like I’m her favorite candy.
She’s great at it every time, but this time… it’s different. Everything feels fucking different. More intense. More real. More than the physical touch.
Like we’re connected in more ways than one.
I glance up from her head between my legs, my vision blurry from the pleasure—and I see us reflected in the mirrors around the room walls. The graceful line of her back, even dressed, her auburn hair fanning over her shoulders, my legs apart, encasing her. My hands in her hair, holding her in place.
Owning her.
